They say, “Teaching is a noble profession”,
Irrespective of whichever nation.
Many don’t know, what goes into the making,
Of a teacher, who tries to hold everything, from breaking.
Understanding, adorable, hardwork, perseverance,
They ain’t just words, but elements of a furnace.
Where individuals are melted, conditioned and mould,
To teachers, who may be metaphored as gold.
They are made to be, like iron and steel,
Impossible to break, but sensitive enough to feel.
Important it is, to carve a niche for oneself,
In every small heart, a unique shelf.
It is hard for a subject to leave an impression,
A teacher is one, who helps students build a connection.
A teacher is a guide, a shining light,
Who chisels her subject, to her students’ delight.
Customising explanation of theories, according to students’ understanding,
Be it Newton, Maslow, Chanakya or Einstein.
Gathering a bunch of children, having different talents in their genes,
A teacher hones them up, to form a universe from smithereens.
A cushion of comfort, a pillar of strength,
A teacher is one, who balances a mixture of both.
A disciplinarian, an authoritarian,
When need be, a companion.
A teacher tries genuinely, to be an inspiration,
Teaching rightly is called, the mother of ALL vocations.
A teacher is there, far and near,
A title earned by me, a CROWN to wear!
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